Title: The Aftermath
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13, for mild sexual dialogue
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: King George owns the characters (except for Namir, she's mine). I'm just bringing Obi-Wan out to play. Don't sue, I have no money.
When Namir awoke, she had no idea where she was. The first thing she was aware of was that she was lying in a bed and in significant pain. Opening her eyes was a struggle. When she did, she set them on unfamiliar surroundings. It seemed to her that she was in some kind of dwelling. It was humbly furnished with no decoration. She could automatically tell that it was a man's house. But, where was she and why was she there? Desperately, she tried to sit up, but was stopped by a searing pain in her ribs that made her cry out. She was suddenly aware that she was not alone,
"Please. Don't move." A male voice soothed. "You've sustained many injuries and it's best if..." She looked and laid her eyes on the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
"Who are you?" She asked warily, "And what am I doing here?"
"My... my name is Ben." He told her, sitting in the chair by the bed. "I found you in the desert. Tusken Raiders had attacked you. They're known as Sand People around here; they're very dangerous. They had you within an inch of your life. I was worried that you..."
"Why can't I remember what I was doing here?" She asked, accusingly. "I can hardly remember who I am."
"You were talking while you were delirious... something about being a bounty hunter. But, you didn't say who you were looking for."
"I don't remember." She frowned. "I don't remember anything."
"Do you know who you are?" He seemed more concerned than an innocent person should be.
"Yes. My name is Namir Solo. I'm from Corellia and I'm a bounty hunter. But, that's all I remember. What was I doing on this planet?"
"I don't know." She wondered if he was being completely truthful. She studied him and liked what she saw. He was very handsome. His eyes were a beautiful grayish blue-green and his hair was longish and auburn. He had a well-defined jaw, a cleft in his chin and full lips. And, what a strong neck, too, she noticed. She was surprised to see him look away, as if he could read her thoughts.
"How badly am I hurt?" She had already decided to trust him.
"Badly. I thought you were going to die. It is a miracle that you didn't, really. You sustained some serious head injuries. You had three broken ribs, a cracked clavicle, some really serious bleeding..."
"Are you a healer?" She interrupted him.
"No, but I have experience in it. I've been nursing you for two days already. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't wake up. I was about to run out of bacta patches and I didn't want you to wake up alone while I was gone.
"How thoughtful of you. I want to thank you for all that you've done for me."
"It's nothing. I couldn't leave you there like that. I'm just so glad that you're alive."
"It's good to be alive, too." She smiled. "I just wish I could remember why I'm here. There's probably someone looking for me by now." He frowned at this and it confused her. Why did this worry him so? "Where exactly are we?"
"In the Tatooine desert, about 3 kilometers west of Mos Eisley Spaceport, if that means anything to you."
"It does ring a bell, oddly." She said, looking him up and down again. He seemed vaguely familiar.
"I wish you wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't what?"
"Look at me like that." She laughed.
"And why shouldn't I look at you any way I want to?"
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I have no intention of..."
"Of taking advantage of me? I don't think you could." She answered truthfully. "I mean you probably could overpower me physically, especially with the state that I'm in, but... you're much to beautiful for me to want to resist you." He blushed,
"I'm not..."
"You're not what? Are you not a man?"
"Not all men are as impressed by your charms as you think they should be."
"Ahh. Is that an insult?"
"Of course not. I think you're attractive, but I'm not about to have my way with someone who very well couldn't get away if she wished to."
"And who says that I'd wish to get away?"
"This is really not a conversation I wish to be having with an immobile woman."
"I can't walk?"
"With both legs broken, I seriously doubt it. How is your pain?"
"Bearable, but it's intense."
"I have some pills if you would like. I wasn't able to give them to you before for obvious reasons."
"Thank you. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Well... I'm just a concerned citizen. It was my job up until a few years ago."
"Really? What did you do?"
"I was a general in the Army of the Republic."
"Impressive."
"It's probably not as much as it may sound."
"So you were involved in the Clone Wars?" He sighed deeply, as if this idea brought up painful memories.
"Yes." Namir decided not to press any further.
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13, for mild sexual dialogue
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: King George owns the characters (except for Namir, she's mine). I'm just bringing Obi-Wan out to play. Don't sue, I have no money.
When Namir awoke, she had no idea where she was. The first thing she was aware of was that she was lying in a bed and in significant pain. Opening her eyes was a struggle. When she did, she set them on unfamiliar surroundings. It seemed to her that she was in some kind of dwelling. It was humbly furnished with no decoration. She could automatically tell that it was a man's house. But, where was she and why was she there? Desperately, she tried to sit up, but was stopped by a searing pain in her ribs that made her cry out. She was suddenly aware that she was not alone,
"Please. Don't move." A male voice soothed. "You've sustained many injuries and it's best if..." She looked and laid her eyes on the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
"Who are you?" She asked warily, "And what am I doing here?"
"My... my name is Ben." He told her, sitting in the chair by the bed. "I found you in the desert. Tusken Raiders had attacked you. They're known as Sand People around here; they're very dangerous. They had you within an inch of your life. I was worried that you..."
"Why can't I remember what I was doing here?" She asked, accusingly. "I can hardly remember who I am."
"You were talking while you were delirious... something about being a bounty hunter. But, you didn't say who you were looking for."
"I don't remember." She frowned. "I don't remember anything."
"Do you know who you are?" He seemed more concerned than an innocent person should be.
"Yes. My name is Namir Solo. I'm from Corellia and I'm a bounty hunter. But, that's all I remember. What was I doing on this planet?"
"I don't know." She wondered if he was being completely truthful. She studied him and liked what she saw. He was very handsome. His eyes were a beautiful grayish blue-green and his hair was longish and auburn. He had a well-defined jaw, a cleft in his chin and full lips. And, what a strong neck, too, she noticed. She was surprised to see him look away, as if he could read her thoughts.
"How badly am I hurt?" She had already decided to trust him.
"Badly. I thought you were going to die. It is a miracle that you didn't, really. You sustained some serious head injuries. You had three broken ribs, a cracked clavicle, some really serious bleeding..."
"Are you a healer?" She interrupted him.
"No, but I have experience in it. I've been nursing you for two days already. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't wake up. I was about to run out of bacta patches and I didn't want you to wake up alone while I was gone.
"How thoughtful of you. I want to thank you for all that you've done for me."
"It's nothing. I couldn't leave you there like that. I'm just so glad that you're alive."
"It's good to be alive, too." She smiled. "I just wish I could remember why I'm here. There's probably someone looking for me by now." He frowned at this and it confused her. Why did this worry him so? "Where exactly are we?"
"In the Tatooine desert, about 3 kilometers west of Mos Eisley Spaceport, if that means anything to you."
"It does ring a bell, oddly." She said, looking him up and down again. He seemed vaguely familiar.
"I wish you wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't what?"
"Look at me like that." She laughed.
"And why shouldn't I look at you any way I want to?"
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I have no intention of..."
"Of taking advantage of me? I don't think you could." She answered truthfully. "I mean you probably could overpower me physically, especially with the state that I'm in, but... you're much to beautiful for me to want to resist you." He blushed,
"I'm not..."
"You're not what? Are you not a man?"
"Not all men are as impressed by your charms as you think they should be."
"Ahh. Is that an insult?"
"Of course not. I think you're attractive, but I'm not about to have my way with someone who very well couldn't get away if she wished to."
"And who says that I'd wish to get away?"
"This is really not a conversation I wish to be having with an immobile woman."
"I can't walk?"
"With both legs broken, I seriously doubt it. How is your pain?"
"Bearable, but it's intense."
"I have some pills if you would like. I wasn't able to give them to you before for obvious reasons."
"Thank you. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Well... I'm just a concerned citizen. It was my job up until a few years ago."
"Really? What did you do?"
"I was a general in the Army of the Republic."
"Impressive."
"It's probably not as much as it may sound."
"So you were involved in the Clone Wars?" He sighed deeply, as if this idea brought up painful memories.
"Yes." Namir decided not to press any further.